by Mimi Williams ALL ABOUT MIMI
Whenever I talk to family or friends, I find that no matter what is going on, if they ask how I’m doing, I’ll always reply “I’m fine! Everything’s fine!” Then proceed to tell the gory details of my life in a cheerful voice, like the announcer on a drug commercial telling you all about the horrific side effects. “I’m fine! Everything’s fine! My kids are out of control, I’m deeply in debt, overweight, struggling with menopause, extreme anxiety, migraine headaches, depression, back pain, and woke up on the floor of the closet this morning after crying myself to sleep! But…it’ll be fine!”
A freight train could crash into my living room, my house could explode, and if my phone rang, I would drag myself across the scorched earth by my elbows, answer and say “I’m fine! A train just crashed into my house, there was a teensy explosion, I’m sifting through the smoking rubble and I may need an ambulance, but…it’ll be fine!”
An alien flagship could land on my lawn, little green aliens could come down the gangplank carrying ray guns in their tiny tentacles, and a bright light could start beaming me up, and I would be clutching my cell phone saying “I’m fine! Everything’s fine! I think I’m about to have a close encounter, it may involve a probe…no…not my colonoscopy! Well…maybe! Anyway, I may be gone a long, long, long time! But, I’ve always wanted to travel, so it’ll be fine!”
